Casus Belli Conquers Accursed Submucous Cleft Palate

after pros and cons discussed

with six grade speech pathologist, she weighed

in favor, to launch stealth offensive

spring time surprise raid,

which faux analogous military show of force,

no picnic nor hit parade

though undeniably,

unequivocally, and unquestionably

earned the unflagging necessary

parental consent okayed,
whose unconditional love for welfare

of this sundered son obvious

nasal twang genetic mutation made

constituting said congenital defect

identified as sub

     mucous cleft palate, which laid

waste thine boyhood psyche 

     teased, thwacked, and 

     tormented, skewered, and frayed,

which exacerbated introverted 

     strongly dominant behavioral trait, 
     thus hermetically sealed convenient 

     modus operandi spelled E+V+A+D+E

the madding crowd at all costs,
     (hence quickly felt lured 

     to an emotional brink)

thus from the fountain of death, 

     I wanted to drink

versus putting up my measly 

     (not so hazardous) dukes 

     knocking out cold, every rat fink

though this scaredy pants chose passivity 

     from classmates, a tacit ticket to yawl

to deliver sucker punches 

     (as iz the wont of mean kids), 

     and evoking evoking a 

     not so shabby (nee convincing) 
     impression of a stone wall

albeit rather small
since diminutive slight build another up pall
ling (albeit) physical characteristic suffering offal
bouts of bullying, and sought refuge 

     imagining dragons 

     to beat up punks and maul

every grimacing, leering, questing

monster lurking to brandish brass knuckles 

    upon turning down this, that, 

     or another dimly lit hall 

in part, cuz zam ma pinched 

     onrush of air thru my button nose, a drawl
dangling as perfect prime call
ling card, when only within pendulum 

     swinging in pit of tummy 

     did a horrendous brawl
ensue, yet this haint all

aye wanna write, originally to explain savior 

     in the guise of speech pathologist's aid

introduced tummy upon entering sixth grade

whose intervention laid  

precedent to exercise muscles 

     along inner neck, and played
what appeared as senseless games, 

     plus navigating, regulating, 

     and vocalizing wade
ding thru one book after another 

     while tape recorder thru brickbats un afraid.

an ambivalent flashback now occurs 

     upon forcing mine ears to hear voice
of yours truly, and tis not arrogance, 

     haughtiness, nor orneriness, but aye rejoice 
perfecting good riddance to figurative 

     thorn in muss hide by choice.